Song Fengwan sized up the man sitting not far away. She was holding a charcoal pencil and drawing the outline on the drawing paper according to the proper ratio.
Fu Chen didn't do anything else. He just stared straight at her, making her feel vexed.
She quickly sketched on the drawing paper. She knew very well that with her level, she would not be able to finish it in one night. She could only try her best to remember all the details of his face.
Including all the luster and creases on his skin, every inch…
It all had to be deeply imprinted in her mind.
She didn't want to trouble Fu Chen every day.
After drawing for more than an hour, she retracted her pencil reluctantly. "Third Master, that's about enough for today. I've really troubled you."
"Are you going to sleep?" Fu Chen hadn't spoken for a long time. His voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded even deeper in the empty room.
